Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Flora hurriedly lowered her head, feeling uncomfortable as she glanced around. Her carefully styled hair had become disheveled after all the commotion, and her makeup had smudged, revealing a disheveled beauty.

The elevator 'dinged' open, and Maxwell withdrew his wandering gaze, stepping out of the elevator and turning into a small corridor. He stood in front of a door and commanded coldly, "Open the door, seven-eight-seven-nine."

"What?" Chloe hesitated for a moment before realizing it, then she muttered as she followed his instructions and pressed the numbers on the keypad.

The door opened, and Maxwell walked in, heading straight for the bathroom and placing her in the bathtub. He coldly threatened, "You have twenty minutes to wash off all your makeup."

"I don't want to... Why do I have to take a bath?" Oh God, he wouldn't make her wash up and have sex with her like a month ago, would he? Please, no!

"Because I don't like the scent of Kevin lingering on you!" Maxwell said fiercely, and with a snap, his hand hit the showerhead, causing warm water to gush out and pour down on Flora's head.

Caught completely off guard, she closed her eyes in a panic and accidentally swallowed some of the water that entered her mouth!

Even if she didn't want to wash up, she had no choice now. The water flowed down her hair, slid over her body, and fell beneath her feet, stinging her wounds. She anxiously urged Maxwell, "I'll wash, just leave already."

"I thought I might need to help with the next steps too!" Maxwell sneered, satisfactorily turned around, and walked to the wine cabinet to pour himself a glass of wine, sipping it lightly.

Flora took off her soaking wet dress and undergarments, tilting her face slightly as she let the warm water pour over her body. Then she turned around and stared at her naked reflection in the mirror, her gaze involuntarily moving down to her flat belly.

Her hands instinctively touched her pristine abdomen. She never expected that she would be meeting her child's father. This poor child, following her was simply unfortunate!

As usual, Flora took half an hour to reluctantly finish showering. She looked around the bathroom and realized that apart from the large white towel, there was nothing for her to wear.

Seeing her drenched dress, she had no choice but to wrap the towel around her body. After studying it for a while, she tried her best to wrap the towel tightly around her body and then finally opened the bathroom door, satisfied with how she looked.

When she stepped out, she realized it was a high-end business apartment with two bedrooms and a living room. The decoration was luxurious, and all daily essentials were available. Flora felt puzzled; Maxwell already had the apartment in W City, so why did he choose to stay in a hotel? Was it for better hotel services? Or were the beds in hotels softer?

The house was quiet, and there was no sign of Maxwell in the spacious living room. Flora stretched her neck and peered into one of the rooms, finding Maxwell sitting at a desk, frowning as he stared at the computer screen, looking very focused.

Flora pulled her neck back and thought that his intense focus on work was a good opportunity for her to escape. But... her clothes? She looked down at the towel wrapped around her body, and her face drooped. But quickly, she raised her head – if she could escape from here, she would be willing to run naked! Anything was better than staying here!

After making up her mind, Flora tiptoed toward the door, barefoot. Unfortunately, just as she reached for the door handle, she heard that incredibly irritating voice from behind.

"If you can escape, that would be best. But if you can't, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Flora froze, her feet instantly rooted in place. Damn it, he found her! She cursed silently in her mind, having to give up her escape plan and turning back.

"Come here!" Maxwell spoke again, his tone filled with a commanding presence.

Flora stood in the living room, unsure of what to do. Should she go in with her current appearance? Even though her figure wasn't sexy, it was still likely to provoke the sexual nature in men, right?

Flora hid at the door, sticking only half of her head in, and cautiously asked, "Can I help you with something?"

"Do you even need to ask? Miss Flora?" Maxwell lifted his gaze from the computer screen, staring at Flora with a mocking tone, "After being apart for a month, have you forgotten everything?"

"Uh... hah..." Flora awkwardly smiled, biting her tongue. Her mind quickly raced, realizing that something was off. Why was she so afraid of him? Why did she let him treat her like a prostitute? So what if he was a little domineering, a little stronger, a little faster, and had a gun in his hand? What's so great about him, Maxwell?!

"What nonsense? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Flora raised her head and stared at him boldly, saying this with a strong air. She felt so good saying it because she had never been this confident in front of him!

That's right, she had never been this confident in front of him.

Maxwell raised his eyes faintly, staring at her indignantly. This woman was impressive. Being apart for a month had made her even more daring, actually daring to challenge him like this?

"What are you looking at? If you dare, just rape me! I won't let you off!" Flora raised her head even higher, her legs starting to tremble. His gaze... so cold! So terrifying...

She could no longer handle his overwhelming presence. But her self-esteem wouldn't let her lower her head, she continued to confront Maxwell, staring each other down.

"Do you have the courage to find out?" Maxwell sneered as he stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and calmly approached her. His gaze fixed on her visibly distressed face.

"What... what do you want? I'm telling you, if you dare to rape me, I'll go to the police station and report you!" Flora stepped back, stuttering. The confident air from before had completely vanished. Yes, she was deeply afraid.

Admittedly, his dominance and the gun in his hand were intimidating, and she was extremely scared! But how could he control her life like a robber?!

"Miss Flora, weren't you feeling really confident just now?" Maxwell observed her, with her robe slipping, revealing her charming figure. Her face, void of makeup, returned to its innocent state, and he still liked her like this!

"I was wrong..." Flora whimpered, turning around and hurriedly rushing towards the door. She didn't care anymore, even if she couldn't escape, she would fight to the death!

Just as she opened the door, Maxwell grabbed her from behind and pulled her into his embrace. Flora screamed, struggling vigorously.

Her hands, which had tightly held onto the robe at her chest, were raised high due to her struggling. In a panic, the robe on her body loosened, and if it wasn't for Maxwell holding onto her, it would have fallen to the ground. Her body, exposed, was presented in front of him, revealing everything!

Maxwell froze, staring at her pure white body, his body instantly reacting. Was she trying to seduce him?!